OTHER UN: A House Targaryen Fanfiction / Installment #2 Not in Bloom

[Aquamaraqua]

Installment #2

Nana’s face turned paler than it already was, “you know? I assume the rumors also let out my nickname? That’s kind of scary to be honest.”

Doyeon then let out a small laugh, “Girl, you’ve been the talk of this bougie ass place for the past week. Even before this semester started it’s been all over Naver blogs. You seriously need to read more about this school if you want to stay in the loop.”

“Yikes… this place seems pretty intense now. And I thought studying in Iceland’s Harvard was bad…”, responded Nana, with worry creeping onto her disposition.

Doyeon gave her a nonchalant look and responded plainly, “the more you worry the more people will talk, so just let it pass. I think you’re doing fine considering you actually showed up for class.”

Nana nodded, “I’ll give you my number so we can keep each other updated for this class. Thanks for not avoiding me, haha”

The two exchanged their phone numbers, and once the lecture wrapped up, they proceeded to chatter near the music hall. Sounds of brass instruments filled the translucent foyer adorned with contemporary art. Behind the grand doors of the music hall was the school band practicing for the spring serenade--a tradition passed down by the daughter of Kwon BoA who attended the university six years prior with its first graduating class.

“Man you’re so fucking out of it today, you make even me sound good!” proclaimed one student exasperated, who sat riled up next to his tuba which he had since put away as he was reprimanding his peer.

“Leave him alone Minsoo, we’re not gonna get anywhere with your dirty little mouth on that tuba anyway,” joked an upperclassman with dandy black hair, as his pouty lips curled into a playful leer.

“Yohan you always pull this pacifist shit for the freshies,” retorted Minsoo, rolling his eyes.

Yohan shrugged and nudged the freshman, who seemed deathly scared of the two, “Minsoo has anger issues, the less you let his immature little bursts get to you, the saner you'll stay. Period."

The freshman, who had previously seemed to hide his clarinet into his chest, seemed more relaxed now. With that, Yohan patted his back, and left the music room.

Yohan was not exactly an ideal student. He slept during most classes, made snarky comments about professors from time to time, and would usually gather a group of friends in the multi-purpose room to play rounds of video games while his friends ditched their studying for finals. There was however one subject in Yohan's life he resonated with deeply: music. Yohan started playing trumpet at age six, he had a fascination for the arts and begged his parents to allow him to pursue his musical passion. His parents however, refused, and forced him to attend UN, where he majored in Dragon Biology, as his family had a long history of successful dragon trainers. If he wasn't going to major in his passion, he at least could take part in the college's band, Yohan thought. On the condition that he didn't completely flunk out of college, he would be allowed to practice whatever music he wanted on the side.

As Yohan turned the corner from the music room, to his surprise he noticed the girl people were fussing about, "blondie with the long legs and daddy money. " Yohan smirked and walked toward the female student, but his footsteps slowed down as he realized "daddy money" was facing a girl he was very familiar with. A girl whose back he observed with a solemn look, her dark hair being the focus of his dark brown eyes. A fellow UN student that kept him up at night. Kim Doyeon.

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[ARandomFan]

Ooh

 

[Sweetheart]

period.​

 

[sm maid]

 

[ZikyungDerp]

Yohan smirked and walked toward the female student, but his footsteps slowed down as he realized "daddy money" was facing a girl he was very familiar with. A girl whose back he observed with a solemn look, her dark hair being the focus of his dark brown eyes. A fellow UN student that kept him up at night. Kim Doyeon.​

I smell romance :tea1:

Also me trying to figure out who is who in the fic